« ForrigeFortsæt »
TO MR. MOORE.
was in friendship but once, in my nineteenth year, and pects. However, you know her; is she cover, or son then it gave me as much trouble as love. I am afraid, sible, or good-tempered ? either would do I scratch ous as Whitbread's sire said to the king, when he wanted to the will. I don't ask as to her beauty, that I see; but knight him, that I am 'too old:' buy, nevertheless, no my circumstances are mending, and were not my other one wishes you more friends, fame, and felicity, than prospects blackening, I would take a wife, and that
"Yours, &c." should be the woman, had I a chunce. I do not you
know her much, but better than I did. LETTER CLX.
" I want to get away, but find difficulty in compassing a passage in a ship of war. They had better let me go;
if I cannot, patriotism is the word—nay, an' they !i " 4, Benedictine-street, St. James's, July 8, 1813. mouth, I 'll rant as well as they.' Now, what are you * I presume by your silence that I have blundered doing? writing, we all hope, for our own sakes. Reinto something noxious in my reply to your letter; for member you must edite my posthumous works, with a the which I beg leave to send, beforehand, a sweeping Life of the Author, for which I will send you Confesapology, which you may apply to any, or all, parts of sions, dated 'Lazaretto,' Smyrna, Malta, or Palermoihat unfortunate epistle. If I err in my conjecture, I one can die any where. expect the like from you, in putting our correspondence “ There is to be a thing on Tuesday ycleped a naso long in quarantine. God he knows what I have said; tional fête. The Regent and * * are to be there but he also knows, (if he is not as indifferent to mortals and every body else, who has shillings enough for what as the nonchalant deities of Lucretius,) that you are the was once a guinea. Vauxhail is the scene—there are last
person I want to offend. So, if I have,why the six tickets issued for the modest women, and it is supdevil don't you say it at once, and expectorate your posed there will be three to spare. The passports for Apleen?
the lax are beyond my arithmetic. " Rogers is out of town with Madame de Staël, who "P.S. The Staël last night attacked me most hath published an Essay against Suicide, which, 1 pre- furiously—said that I had 'no right to make love—that sume, will make somebody shoot himself; as a sermon I had used * * barbarously—that I had no feeling, and by Blinkensop, in proof of Christianity, sent a hitherto was totally insensible to la belle passion, and had been most orthodox acquaintance of mine out of a chapel of all my life. I am very glad to hear it, but did not ease a perfect atheist. Have you found or founded a know it before. Let me hear from you anon." residence yet? and have you begun or finished a Poem? If you won't tell me what I have done, pray say what you have done, or left undone, yourself. I am still in
LETTER CLXII. equipment for voyaging, and anxious to hear from, or of,
TO MR. MOORE. you before I go, which anxiety you should remove more readily, as you think I shan't cogitate about you after
" July 25, 1813 ward. I shall give the lie to that calumny by fifty
“I am not well versed enough in the ways of singlo foreign letters, particularly from any place where the women to make much matrimonial progress. plague is rife,—without a drop of vinegar or a whiff of
“I have been dining like the dragon of Wantley for sulphur to save you from infection. Pray write: I am this last week. My head aches with the vintage of sorry to say that *
various cellars, and my brains are muddled as their " The Oxfords have sailed almost a fortnight, and my dregs. I met your friends, the D **s: she sung one
of sister is in town, which is a great comfort-for, never
songs so well, that, but for the appearance having been much together, we are naturally more at- of affectation, I could have cried; he reminds me of tached to each other. I presume the illuminations have Hunt, but handsomer, and more musical in soul, perconflagrated to Derby (or wherever you are) by this haps. I wish to God he may conquer his horrible time. We are just recovering from tumult, and train anomalous complaint. The upper part of her face is oil, and transparent fripperies, and all the noise and beautiful, and she seems much attached to her husband. nonsense of victory. Drury-lane had a large M. W. He is right, nevertheless, in leaving this nauseous town. which some thought was Marshal Wellington; others that The first winter would infallibly destroy her complexion, it might be translated into Manager Whitbread; while and the second, very probably, every thing else. the ladies of the vicinity and the saloon conceived the
“I must tell you a story. M * * (of indifferent melast letter to be complimentary to themselves. I leave mory) was dining out the other day, and complaining of this to the commentators to illuminate. If you do n't the Prince's coldness to his old wassailers. D'** (a answer this, I shan't say what you deserve, but I think learned Jew) bored him with questions—why this? and I deserve a reply. Do you conceive there is no Post- why that? Why did the Prince act thus ? Why, Bag but the Twopenny? Sunburn me, if you are not sir, on account of Lord * *, who ought to be ashamed too bad."
of himself?' 'And why ought Lord * * to be ashamed of himself?' 'Because the Prince, sir, *
* *! 'And why, sir, did the Prince cut you?" LETTER CLXI.
'Because, G-dd-mme, sir, I stuck to my principles. ' And why did you stick to your principles ?'
" Is not this last question the best that ever was put, "July 13, 1813. when you consider to whom? It ncarly killed M *
Perhaps you may think it stupid, but, as Goldsmith said * Your letter set me at ease; for I really thought (as about ihe peas, it was a very good joke when I heard it I hear of your susceptibility) that I had said—I know-as I did from an car-witness--and is only spoiled in not what-but something I should have been very sorry my narration. for, had it, or I, offended you ; though I do n't see how * The season has closed with a Dandy Ball ;-but I a man with a beautiful wife, his own children, quiet, have dinners with the Harrowbys, Rogers and Frere fame, competency, and friends, (I will vouch for a thou- and Mackintosh, where I shall drink your health in Baud, which is more than I will for a unit in my own a silent bumper, and regret your absence till too behalf,) can be offended with any thing.
much canaries' wash away my memory, or render it “ Do you know, Moore, I am amazingly inclined— superfluous by a vision of you at the opposite side romnmber I say but inclined-to be seriously enamoured of the table. Canning has disbanded his party by wited Lady A. F.-but this * * has ruined all my pros- a speech from his
-the true thruse
TO MR. MOORE.
TO MR. CROKER.
TO MR. MOORE.
of a Tory. Conceive his turning them off in a forma!
LETTER CLXV. barangue, and bidding them think for themselves. 'I have led my ragamuffins where they are well peppered. There are but three of the 150 left alive, and they are
“Bt. Sır. August 2, 1813. for the Town's-end (query, might not Falstaff mean the DEAR SIR, Bow-street officer? I dare say Malone's posthumous "I was honoured with your unexpected and very edition will have it so) for life.
obliging letter when on the point of leaving London, "Since I wrote last, I have been into the country. I which prevented me froni acknowledging my obligauon journeyed by night—no incident or accident, but an as quickly as I felt it sincerely. I am endeavouring all aların on the part of my valet on the outside, who in in my power to be ready before Saturday--and even if crossing Epping Forest, actually, I believe, flung down I should not succeed, I can only blame my own tardı. has purse before a mile-stone, with a glowworm in the ness, which will not the less enhance the benefit I have second rigure of number XIX-mistaking it for a foot- lost. I have only to add my hope of forgiveness for all pad and dark lantern. I can only attribute his fears to my trespasses on your time and patience, and with my a pair of new pistols, wherewith I had armed him; and best wishes for your public and private welfare, I have he thought it necessary to display his vigilance by call- the honour to be, most iruly, ing out to me whenever we passed any thing—no matter “ Your obliged and most obedient servant, whether moving or stationary. Conceive ten miles,
" BYRON." with a tremor every furlong. I have scribbled you a searfully long letter. This sheet must be blank, and is merely a wrapper, to preclude the tabellarians of the The following notes to Mr. Murray, have reference post from peeping. You once complained of my not to a fifth edition of the “Giaour” then in press. The writing ;-I will heap'coals of fire upon your head' by poem first appeared in the May preceding, and contained Bo complaining of your not reading. Ever, my dear originally but about four hundred lines, and was gradu Moore, your ’n, (isn't that the Staffordshire termination?) ally increased through successive editions to its present
number, nearly fourteen hundred. In a note which accompanied the manuscript of the paragraph commencing
" Fair clime, where every season smiles," LETTER CLXIII.
he says, 'I have not yet fixed the place of insertion for
the following lines, but will when I see you."
" July 27, 1813. The whole portion from the line "When you next imitate the style of 'Tacitus,' pray
“For there the roue o'er crag and vale," add, 'de moribus Germanorum ;'--this last was a piece down to of barbarous silence, and could only be taken from the
“And lumn to groans his roundelay," Wools, and, as such, I attribute it entirely to your sylvan sequestration at Mayfield Cottage. You will find, on was inserted during the revision of the proofs. casting up accounts, that you are my debtor by several The passage stood originally thus :sheets and one epistle. I shall bring my action;—if you
"Fair clime! where ceaseless numer smiles do n't discharge, expect to hear from my attorney. I
Benignant o'er those blessed isles, have forwarded your etter to Ruggiero; but do n't|
Which, seen from far Colonna's height,
Make glad the heart that hails the right, make a postman of me again, for fear I should be tempted
And give to loneliness delight. to violate your sanctity of wax or wafer.
There shine the bright abodes ye seek, "Believe me ever yours, indignantly,
Like dimples upon Ocean's cheek,
So smiling round the walers lave
Or brush one blossom from the trees,
How grateful is the gentle air
That wakes and wasts the fragrance there."
« July 28, 1813. The several passages beginningCan't you he satisfied with the pangs of my jealousy of Rogers, without actually making me the pander of
“The cygnet proudly walks the water :" your epistolary intrigue? This is the second letter you and have enclosed to my address, notwithstanding a miracu
“My memory now is but the tomb :" lous long answer, and a subsequent short one or two of your own. If you do so again, I can't tell to what pitch were added to the fourth edition, between which and my fury may soar. I sha!l send you verse or arsenic, the first, only six weeks intervened. as likely as any thing,-four thousand couplets on sheets The verses commencingbeyond the privilege of franking; that privilege, sir, of
“ The browsing camels' bells are tinkling :' which you take an undue advantage over a too susceptible senator, by forwarding your lucubrations to every and the passage one but himself. I wont frank from you, or for you, or
“Yes, love indeed is light from heaven," to you, may I be cursed if I do, unless you mend your manners. I disown you—I disclaim you—and by all were inserted in the fifth edition, and subsequer.tly the the powers of Eulogy, I will write a panegyric upon you following-or dedicate a quarto—if you don't make me ample
“ She was a form of life and light, amends.
That, seen, became a part of sight,
And ruse, where'er I turn'd mine eyes "P.S. I am in training to dine with Sheridan and
The Morning-star of memory!" Rogers this evening. I have a little spite against R. and will shed his "Clary wines pottle-deep.' This is * If you send more proofs, I shall never finish this in Dearly my ultimate or penultimate letter; for I am quite fernal story—'Ecce signum'—thirty-three lines moro equipped, and only wait a passage. Perhaps I may enclosed ! to the utter discomfiture of the printer, and wait a few weeks for Sligo; but not if I can help it." I feur, not to your advantage
These Edens of the eastern wave.
TO MR. MOORE.
"He who hath bent him o'er the dead :"
TO MR. MOORE.
" Half-past two in the morning, Aug. 10, 1813. and must be altered to * DEAR SIR,
* To break the master's bread and ult. a Pray suspend the proofs, for I am bitten ngain, and have quantities for other parts of the bravura.
This is not so well, though-confound it !" “ Yours ever,
"B. "P.S. You shall have them in the couse of the
LETTER CLXVIII. day."
TO MR. MURRAY.
« Oct. 12, 1813. LETTER CLXVI.
"You must look the Giaour again over carefully ;
there are a few lapses, particularly in the last page.-TO MR. MURRAY.
'I know 't was false ; she could not die;' it was, and “Aug. 26, 1813.
ought to be I knew.' Pray observe this and similar "I have looked over and corrected one proof, but not mistakes. so carefully (God knows if you can read it through, but
“I have received and read the British Review. I I can't) as to preclude your eye from discovering some really think the writer in most points very right. The omission of mine or commission of your printer. If you only mortifying thing is the accusation of imitation. have patience, look it over. Do you know any body Crabbe's passage I never saw, and Scott I no further who can stop—I mean point-commas, and so forth ? meant to follow than in his lyric measure, which is for I am, I hear, a sad hand at your punctuation. I Gray's, Milton's, and any one's who likes it. The have, but with some difficulty, not added any more to Giaour is certainly a bad character, but not dangerous ; this snake of a Poem, which has been lengthening its and I think his fate and his feelings will meet with few rattles every month. It is now fearfully long, being proselytes. I shall be very glad to hear from or of
you, more than a canto and a half of Childe Harold, which when you please; but do n't put yourself out of your contains but 882 lines per book, with all late additions way on my account." inclusive.
“The last lines Hodgson likes. It is not often he does, and when he don't, he tells me with great energy,
LETTER CLXIX. and ( fret and alter. I have thrown them in to soften the ferocity of our Infidel, and, for a dying man, have given him a good deal to say for himself. *
"Bennet-street, Aug. 22, 1813. " I was quite sorry to hear you say you stayed lown on my account, and I hope sincerely you do not « As our late-I might say, deceased-correspondence mean so superfluous a piece of politeness.
had too much of the town-life leaven in it, we will now "Our six critiques !--they would have made half a paulo majora, prattle a little of literature in all its Quarterly by themselves; but this is the age of criticism." branches ; and first of the first-criticism. The Prince
is at Brighton, and Jackson, the boxer, gone to Margate, The following refer apparently to a still later edition. having, I believe, decoyed Yarmouth to see a milling in
that polite neighbourhood. Made. de Staël Holstein LETTER CLXVII.
has lost one of her young barons, who has been car
bonadoed by a vile Teutonic adjutant,-kilt and killed TO MR. MURRAY.
in a coffee-house at Scrawsenhawsen. Corinne is, of
“Stilton, Oct. 3, 1813. course, what all mothers must be,-but will, I venture to "I have just recollected an alteration you may make prophesy, do what few mothers could—write an Essay w the proof to be sent to Aston. Among the lines on upon it. She cannot exist without a grievance-and Hassan's Serai, not far from the beginning, is this somebody to see, or read, how much grief becomes her.
I have not seen her since the event; but merely judge
(not very charitably) from prior observation. Now to share implies more than one, and Solitude is a "In a 'mail-coach copy of the Edinburgh, I perceive single gentleman; it must be thus
the Giaour is 2d article. The numbers are still in the "For many å gilded chamber's there,
Leith smack-pray, which way is the wind? The said Which Solitude might well forbear;
article is so very mild and sentimental, that it must be
written by Jeffrey in love ;-you know he is gone to and so on.-My address is Aston-Hall, Rotherham.
America to marry some fair one, of whom he has heen “Will you adopt this correction ? and pray accept a for several quarters, éperdument amoureux. Seriously Stilton cheese from me for your trouble.
as Winifred Jenkins says of Lismahago-Mr. Jeffrey "B."
(or his deputy) 'has done the handsome thing by me,' "If* the old line stands, let the other run thus and I say nothing. * But this I will say,—if you and I
had knocked one another on the head in this quarrel, "Nor there will weary traveller halt,
how he would have laughed, and what a mighty bad
figure we should have cut in our posthumous works. * Note. To partake of food—to break bread and By-the-by, I was called in the other day to meditate taste salt with your host, ensures the safety of the between two gentlemen bent upon carnage, and, -after guest ; even though an enemy, his person from that a long struggle between the natural desire of destroying moment becomes sacred.
one's fellow-creatures, and the dislike of seeing men « There is another additional note sent yesterday, play the fool for nothing,—1 got one to make an apology, on the Priest in the Confessional.
and the other to take it, and left them to live happy "P.S. I leave this to your discretion; if any body ever after. One was a peer, the other a friend untitled, thinks the old lina a good one, or the cheese a bad one, and both fond of high play ;-and one, I can swear for, do n't accept either. But, in that case, the word share though very mild, 'not fearful,' and so lead a shot, that, is repeated soon after in the line
though the other is the thinnest of men, he would have split him like a cane. They both conducted themselves
"Vameet for Solitude to share.
To bless the sacred bread and salt.
" To share the master's bread and salt;
• This is written on a separate elip of paper eneloond.
• Soe Don Juan, Canto X. 10
TO DIR. MOORE.
very well, and I put them out of pain as soon as 1 poem in MS. and he really surpasses every thing becould.
neath Tasso. Hodgson is translating him against ano
ther bard. You and (I believe, Rogers) Scott, Gifford "There is an American Life of G. F. Cooke, Scurta and myself, are to be referred to as judges between the deceased, lately published. Such a book I believe, twain,--that is, if you accept the office. Concuive our since Drunken Barnaby's Journal, nothing like it has different opinions! I think we, most of us (I am talking drenched the press. All green-room and tap-room- very impudently, you will think- indeed !) have a drams and the drama-brandy, whisky-punch, and, lat- way of our own, at least, you and Scott certainly terly, toddy, overflow every page. Two things are have." rather marvellous—first, that a man should live so long drunk, and, next, that he should have found a sober bio
LETTER CLXX. grapher. There are some very laughable things in it, nevertheless :-but the pints he swallowed, and the parts he performed, are too regularly registered. * All this time you wonder I am not gone: so do I ;
"Aug. 28, 1813. but the accounts of the plague are very perplexing--not heard of your tricks when you was campaigning at the
"Ay, my dear Moore, 'there was a time'-I hav.. so much for the thing itself as the quarantine established in all ports, and from all places, even from England. It king of Bohemy,' I am much mistaken if, some fine is true the forty or sixty days would, in all probability,
London spring, about the year 1815, that time does not be as foolishly spent on shore as in the ship; but one I can conceive nothing more delightful than such a state
come again. After all we must end in marriage; and likes to have one's choice, nevertheless. Town is awfully empty; but not the worse for that. . I am really kissing one's wife's maid. Seriously, I would incorpo
in the country, reading the county newspaper, &c. and puzzled with my perfect ignorance of what I mear to do not stay, if I can help it, but where to go?. Siigo that is, I would a month ago, bui, at present
rate wiin any woman of decent demeanour lo-morrow is for the North,-a pleasant place, Petersburgh, in Sep-1*
*. tember, with one's ears and nose in a muff, or else tumbling into one's neckcloth or pocket handkerchief: sehink I should be tetchy ? or have you done it, and won't
“Why do n't you 'parody that Ode?'*--Do you If the winter treated Buona parte with so little ceremony, tell me? You are quite right about Giamschid, and ! what would it inflict upon your solitary traveller? give have reduced it to a dissyllable within this half-hour.t me a sun, I care not how hot, and sherbet, I care not I am glad to hear you talk of Richardson, because it how cool, and my Heaven is as easily made as your
tells me what you won'--that you are going to beat sian's.* The Giaour is now 1000 and odd lines. 'Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day,' eh, Moore ?—thou Do you think me less interested about your works, or
Lucien. At least, tell me how far you have proceeded. wilt needs be a wag, but I forgive it.
less sincere than our friend Ruggiero? I am not-and
In that thing of nine, the 'English Barus, "P.S. I perceive I have written a flippant and rather cold-hearted letter let it go, however. ! have said "disparaged your parts,' although I did not know you
at the time when I was angry with all the world, I never othing, either, of the brilliant sex; but the faci is, I am,
personally ;-and have always regretted that you do n't at this moment, in a far more serious, and entirely new, scrape than any of the last twelvemonth, and that is give us an entire work, and not sprinkle yourself in desaying a good deal. * * It is unlucky we can
tached pieces-beautiful, I allow, and quite alone in our Deither live with or without these women.
language, but still giving us a right to expect a Shuh * I am now thinking and regretting that just as I have Namen (is that the name ?) as well as Gazels. Stick
to the East; the oracle, Staël, told me it was the on!y left Newstead, you reside near it. Did you ever see it? do—but do n't tell me that you like it. if I had known poetical policy. The North, South, and West
, have all
been exhausted; but from the East, we have nothing of such intellectual neighbourhood, I do n't think I should but Southey's unsaleables,--and these he has contrived have quitted it. You could have come over so often, as to spoil, by adopting only their most outrageous fictions. a bachelor,—for it was a thorough bachelor's mansion. His personages do n't interest us, and yours will
. You plenty of wine and such sordid sensualities with books enough, room enough, and an air of antiquity about all will have no competitor ; and if you had, you ought to bu (except the lasses) that would have suited you, when glad of it. The little I have done in that way is merely pensive, and served you to laugh at when in glee. I a 'voice in the wilderness' for you; and, if it has had had built myself a bath and a vault-and now I shan'ı any success, that also will prove that the public are even be buried in it. It is odd that we can't even be orientalizing, and pave the path for you. certain of a grave, at least a particular one. I remem
“I have been thinking of a story, grafted on the ber, when about fifteen, reading your poems there, amours of a Peri and a mortal, soinething like, only which I can repeat almost now,--and asking all kinds more philanthropical, than Cazoite's Diable Amoureux.I
It would require a good deal of poesy; and tenderness of questions about the author, when I heard that he was not dead according to the preface ; wondering if I should is not my forte. For that, and other reasons, I havo ever see him—and though, at that time, without the given up the idea, and merely suggest it to you, because,
in intervals of your greater work, I think it a subject smallest poetical propensity myself, very much taken, as you may imagine, with thai volume. Adieu-I commit you might make much of. If you want any more books, you to the care of the gods-Hindoo, Scandinavian, and
• The Ode of Horace, Hellenic! "P.S. 2d. There is an excellent review of Grimm's
some passages of which Mr. More told him toight be parodied, in alles Correspondence and Made. de Staël in this No. of the sion to some of his late adventures : Edinburgh Review, Jetirey, himself, was my critic last year; but this is, I
In his first edition of the Giaour he had used this word as a frisylla believe, by another hand. I hype you are going on with ble, -" Bright as the gem ur Gianclud," —botɔn Mr. Noore's remark. your grand coup-pray do-or that damned Lucien ing to him, upon the authority of Richardson's Persian Dictionary, thay Buonaparte will beat us all. I have seen much of his On seeing this, however, Nir. A1. wrote to him that, in the comparina
" Natis in usum lætitiæ," &c.
" Quanta lahoras in Charybeli!
Digue puer meliore flamm&!"
of his heroine's eye tharuby' night wuluckily call up the idea of its being bloodshot, he had better change the line to Brigh as the lewen! via mochid;'"-which he accordingly add in the following dit ou.
1 Nee Heaven and Earth, page 338.
A Persian's Heaven is easily made-
there is ‘Castellan's Meurs des Ottomans,' the best "P.S. This letter was written to me on account of a compendium of the kind I ever met with, in six small different story circulated by some gentle vomen of our tomes, I am really taking a liberty by talking in this acquaintance, a little too close to the text. The part style to my elders and my betters; '--pardon it, and erased contained merely some Turkish names, and cir. do n't Rochefoucault my motives."
cumstantial evidence of the girl's detection, not very in. portant or decorous."
TO MR. MOORE.
"Sept. 5, 1813. "I send you begoing your acceptance, Castellan, and " You need not tie yourself down to a day with 'Tode three vols. or Turkish Literature, not yet looked into. rini, but send him at your leisure, having anatomized him The last I will thank you to read, extract what you into such annotations as you want; I do not believe that want, and return in a week, as they are lent to me by he has ever undergone that process before, which is the that brightest of northern constellations, Mackintosh,- best reason for not sparing him now. among many other kind things into which India has
“Rogers has returned to town, but not yet recovered warmed him, for I am sure your home Scotsman is of a of the Quarterly. What fellows these reviewers are ! less genial description.
'These bugs do fear us all. They made you fight, and " Your Peri, my dear M., is sacred and inviolable; 1 me (the milkiest of men) a satirist, and will end by makhave no idea of touching the hem of her petticoat. ing Rogers madder than Ajax. I have been reading Your affectation of a dislike to encounter me is so fa- Memory again, the other day, and Hope together, and tering, that I begin to think myself a very fine fellow. retain all my preference of the former. His elegance is But you are laughing at me-stap my vitals, Tam! really wonderful—there is no such thing as a vulgar line thou art a very impudent person ;' and, if you are not in his book. laughing at me, you deserve to be laughed at. Serious- u What
say you to Buonaparte ? Remember, I back ly, what on earth can you, or have you, to dread from him against the field, barring Catalepsy and the Eleany poetical flesh breathing? It really puts me out of ments. Nay, I almost wish him success against all humour to hear you talk thus.
countries but this-were it only to choke the Morning *
* Post, and his undutıful father-in-law, with that rebellious « The 'Giaour I have added to a good deal; but still bastard of Scandinavian adoption, Bernadotte. Rogers in foolish fragments. It contains about 1200 lines, or wants me to go with him on a crusade to the Lakes, and rather more—now printing. You will allow me to send to besiege you on our way. This last is a great lempyou a copy. You delight me much by telling me that Itation, but I fear it will not be in my power, unless
you am in your good graces, and more particularly as to would go on with one of us somewhere—no maiter temper; for, unluckily, I have the reputation of a very where. It is too late for Matlock, but we might hit upon bad one. But they say the devil is amusing when pleased, some scheme, high life or low,—the last would be much and I must have been more venomous than the old ser- the best for amusement. I am so sick of the other, that pent, to have hissed or stung in your conpany. It may I quite sigh for a cider-cellar, or a cruise in a sinuggler's be, and would appear to a third person, an incredible sloop. thing, but I know you will believe me when I say that I "You cannot wish more than I do that the Fates am as anxious for your success as one human being can were a little more accommodating to our parallel lines, be for another's,-as much as if I had never scribbled a which prolong ad infinitum without coming a jot the line. Surely the field of fame is wide enough for all; nearer. I almost wish I were married too—which is and if it were not, I would not willingly rob my neighbour saying much. All my friends, seniors and juniors, are of a rood of it. Now you have a pretty property of in for it, and ask me to be godfather,—the only species come thousand acres there, and when you have passed of parentage which, I believe, will ever come to my share your present Enclosure Bill
, your income will be doubled in a lawful way; and, in an unlawful one, by the blessing (there's a metaphor, worthy of a Templar, namely, pert of Lucina, we can never be certain,-though the parish and low,) while my wild common is too remote to in- may. I suppose I shall hear from you to-morrow. If commode you, and quite incapable of such fertility. I not, this goes as it is; but I leave room for a P. S., in send you (which return per post, as the printer would case any thing requires an answer. Ever, &c. say) a curious letter from a friend of mine,* which will “No letter-n'importe. Rogers thinks the Quarterly lel you into the origin of the Giaour.' Write soon. will be at me this time: if so, it shall be a war of exter“ Ever, dear Moore, yours most entirely, &c. mination—no quarter. From the youngest devil down
to the oldest woman of that Review, all shall perish by • The following letter of Lord Sligo.
one fatal lampoon. The ties of nature shall be tomu “ Albany, Monday, Aug. 31, 1813. asunder, for I will not even spare my bookseller; nay, if " My dear Byron, "You have requested me lo tell you all that I heard at Athens about one were to include aders also all the better." the a fair of that girl who was so near being put an end to while you were there ; you have asked me to mention every circumalance, in the remotest degree relating to it, which I heard. In compliance with your wishes, I write to you all I heard, and I cannot imagine it to be very far from the fact, as the circumstance happened only a day or two before I arrived at
LETTER CLXXIII. Athens, and consequently was a matter of common conversation at the
TO MR. MOORE. “ The new governor, unaccustomed to have the same intercourse with
“Sept. 8, 1813 the Christians as his predecessor, had of course the barhamus Turkish Ideas with regard to women. In consequence, and in compliance with "I am sorry to see Tod, again so soon, for fear your the strict letter of the Mahommedan law, he ordered this girl to be sewed up in a sack, and thrown into the sea, -as is, indeed, quite customary at Constantinople. As you were returning from bathing in the Pirans, you to procure her pardon on condition of her leaving Athens. I was told met the procession going down to execute the sentence of the Waywode that you then conveyed her in safety to the convent, and despatched her on this unfortunate girl. Report continues to say, that oc finding out off at night to Thebes, where she found a safe asylum. Such is the story what the object of their journey was, aw who was the miserable sufferer, I heard, as nearly as I can recollect it at present. Should you wish is you iromediately interfered ; and on some delay in obeying your orders, ask me any further questions about it, I shall be very ready and willing you were obligeal o inform the leader of the escult, that force should make to answer them. him comply ;-that, ou farther hesitation, you drew a pistol, and told
"I remain, my dear Byron, him, that if he did not immediately obey your orders, and come back with
" yours, rery sincerely, you to the Age's bouke, you would shoot him dead. On this, the man turned about and went with you to the governor's house ; here you suc- "I am afrnid you will hardly be able to read this scrawl; but I am w tal dede partly bv personal threats, and partly by bribery au votreaty, I hurried with the preparations for my journey, that you
must excuse 4.0